I cannot believe we’ve been together for three years. I feel like Dan’s still my “new boyfriend” sometimes. But actually we’ve been friends for four years, have been together for three years, and we’re swiftly approaching our first wedding anniversary. We’ve been together for longer than I’ve ever been with anyone, and we’ve had a happy marriage for longer than either of us has had a happy marriage. Milestones! Exciting! We celebrated on Friday by trying out Pescado’s China Street (delicious food, horrible tacky decor) and going to a movie: just a quiet night together.
In the interest of not regurgitating the same old stuff, what I said last year and the year before still applies. I love this guy in the moments when he drives me up the wall, and in the moments when he swoops in and saves my life. How wonderful to have a partner as attentive and truly caring as he. Half of the time he’s traveling, or we’re busy with various projects and committments, and I get to enjoy the aloneness I became so accustomed / addicted to during most of my twenties. I love being able to have different pursuits, and to come back together and have interesting things to talk about and conflicting ideas to share. And when we are together, I love working on common pursuits and enjoying the support and strength of our relationship, and that feeling that we can accomplish so much more together than we can apart.
Here’s to at least three more happy years. At LEAST!